Avanti Dilettanti !

I fear this is a bit of a (not too coherent, but too long) rant, sorry about this.
But I do not understand anymore what happens in the UK and elsewhere. One may ask the British Parliament what one wants, the answer is always “no”.
Looking back on this “Brexit”-malarky there are two images that pop up in my head. One shows a big red bus with a slogan on its side, it may have been Farage’s tour bus, but I am really not in the mood to verify this. The slogan said (as I remember it, at least) that the UK could put gazillions of Pounds into the NHS per week after having left the EU. It was a lie back then, as it is still today.
The second picture is the one that shows the two groups of negotiators in one of the first meetings with the Brits on the left and an empty desk, while Barnier sat on the right side of the table armed with files, laptops etc. The Brits were grinning.
It started with a lie and was executed in a not too professional way.
At some point in the last week I had the impression that some MPs only lately understood that there is a topic of national importance on the table. But nevertheless particular interests ruled over the oh so holy national interest, nobody would dare to compromise. The result is a total mess.
And, more than that, it is a loss of face, it is damage to the Parliament that looks simply stupid, unable to do its job, a mere assembly of backstabbing, self-centered idiots. Some really seem to believe that another MP, preferably a man, could change the “deal”, the treaty that is on the table. Goodness.
In the end it can not be that a small island on the western end of the EU holds the whole Union hostage. It seems as if no one took it serious what was said by the EU from the start : There is no “raisin picking”, no a la carte menue. This treaty was reached in three years of painful and very nerve wrecking and demanding proceedings – take it or leave it. This terrible Trauerspiel can not drag on and on and on. The best thing would be a clean cut now with the UK leaving the EU for good in April this year.
You had your chance, you botched it.

What we see is the victory of fiction over facts from the start. A narrative of “greatness” won over critical assessment of what is and what could be.
And this is sadly what politics is today. It is about narratives not about facts.
The best example is right before our eyes : The Muller-report is in, sadly the by most people expected thunder-and-brimstone-happening took not place : Mr Barr sent a letter, and that was it.
Let’s face it : No one will read the “unredacted”, that is : uncensored (!), version of this report within the next few years. We know nothing about the parallel counter espionage investigation, and will never know.
Frankly I do not believe one word of Barr’s letter that basically says “Move on – nothing to see here !” Barr made clear before he was lifted into his actual position what he thinks about the whole Muller investigation, namely nothing – and, what is imho more important, in Barr’s world a sitting president can not be accused of something like “crimes” – oh no, the purest of the pure never can commit a crime. In Barr’s world the little fuehrer could actually stand on 5th Avenue and shoot people randomly, surely no crime, perhaps a little stress-related misbehaving, if so at all. Barr simply did his job, he kept the Donny clean.
Muller did what he had to do, he collected and verified facts, and reported what he found. He did not judge them. Barr did, based on his ideas and principles. But to my best knowledge, a secretary of justice, or whatever his correct title may be (“Justizminister” in German, tefloneur du chef in French), is no judge.

But the narrative of the “total acquittal” of the little fuehrer was already blared out when the letter was just in the post. The fiction is in the world, facts do not matter. And in this case, nobody knows the facts in full. With the notable exception of Mr Muller, who just turned around and went away. Very Roman, btw.
And all the little piglets sigh in relief and happily keep their snouts in the trough.
The Democrats are seemingly unable to fight this, the little fuehrer must feel invincible now. And so the train will rattle on through this year and through the next election campaign (that seemingly already started). I assume it will become really nasty.

Now let’s suppose for a moment that the opposition to the little fuehrer’s movement will get their act together, despite being let by two mummies. Let us assume they really find a way to get through the maze of lies, disinformation and outright propaganda that will fall from the sky and be bleated out of any “medium”. Let us assume there is a real chance that the Democrats win.
What will the little fuehrer do ?
Of course what he always does : Escalate. Escalate at any price. Yell “fraud”, “treason” – whatever. He can not accept to loose – and having less time in the White House than Obama. And there is still so many money to make.
At some point this whole thing will turn violent. Of course one needs not to be a seer to see this coming, but what frightens me is that it is a disaster “mit Ansage”. It is out in the open, nothing to hide, just trundling towards the abyss, sleep walking.
There are enough idiots who will happily don their silly “maga” caps, paint a swastika on their pathetic plywood shingles, and grab an automatic to fight for ‘Murca and “the Prez”.
The little fuehrer gives a shit (excuses) about victims – did he utter one word about the dead in NZ ? If so, I apologise, but I did not hear it. But he blabbed some days ago about “his friends” who will happily harass D/democrats.

This sad excuse for a man is rotten to the core, absolutely reckless, ready to do anything for his “success”. The damage he does inflict on the society as a whole is not yet assessable – and the chance to drag him out of the White House, preferably with a plastic fork (a nod to H.S.Th.), is gone.
But he likes the Boris.
Amerika den Amerikanern, Britannien den Briten.
Or in the words of unforgotten Crowley : Fac quod vult.
Now some fitting music.

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Thank you for your patience. Perhaps I should simply quit reading the news.

Sunday Music, Monday Edition

The world seems to go to hell in a basket. Murder in what ever direction one looks, be it the end of the world (at least from my European centric point of view) or a tramway in The Netherlands. Idiots grab guns and use them in the name of some disgusting ideology, killing random humans as “argument”.
I btw never believed that some one would imitate Breivig (Ger., Eng.), but obviously there is no limit on sheer stupidity and inhumanity.
I do not know what has changed how. All I see is a rising of intolerance in Europe, more antisemitism – notably in the East : A Polish newspaper last week published a handy guide “How to Spot a Jew“, while the Hungarian gouvernement runs placards in Budapest and elsewhere preaching a conspiracy theory about “Europe” and Mr SOROS (Ger., Eng.), the jew all right wing dimwits like to hate. And meanwhile the gouvernements of Poland and Hungary do “cleanse” the universities not only from “unwanted” (= not national enough) teachers but they kill whole faculties like gender studies and anthropology / cultural studies.
Granted that gender studies is not the central topic in Hungarian academia (not even twenty students), but it is not the state’s job to tell universities what subject to teach. And it fits all too well into Orban’s restrictive politics. The Poles go full hog in, read here, away with that modern crap, its not Polish enough.
Sometimes I think some of those guys are brain dead. I can not understand how they look at the world, it must be a world of fear and angst. The stage gets set for the march back into the brown thirties.
Enough ugliness.
Let’s hear some nice music. Here comes Duke ELLINGTON’s Caravan from 1937 – I hope you enjoy it.

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May we all have a peaceful week.